The days passed slowly, and the appearance of the big man was like an insignificant stone thrown into the lake, causing a little ripple and then no movement.

They got through it smoothly, but Zhou Jiao wouldn't believe it if someone said no one interfered.

Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Xiaozheng began to go out alone more frequently, and it was not uncommon for them to do so by chance.

Why did they hide it from her?

It was nothing more than to protect this family. Seeing that they had no intention of revealing anything, and even showed a little pride from time to time, it was obvious that they were at ease, so she had to watch silently.

It was in this atmosphere that another 75 years passed...

The sense of crisis disappeared the next year, and as July was approaching, Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao began to worry about other things.

The well-known earthquake of July 28th was about to happen, but they had no idea how to deal with it. They had risked writing anonymous letters before, but what was the point?

Do they have to tell the whole world in person that a major earthquake will occur in Tangshan on the 28th, or a devastating hell on earth?

Will anyone believe them?

Besides, under such a trend, no matter how powerful the Zhou family is and how stable Zhou Xiaozheng is, if the couple really have a brain storm and say such things, they will probably be arrested on the spot, right?

But it's hard to say. I'm afraid no one will catch them, but they will definitely be sent to the hospital. For example, if they have mental disorders or something, they don't want to stay in the hospital.

There was another problem. Even if their claims were proven true in the future, how could one explain the source of this information? It was definitely impossible to explain. Therefore, it was best to keep this secret to oneself.

Zhang Guoqing had already figured out that the only thing he could do in the face of this unavoidable earthquake was to minimize casualties.

If he had to rely on himself to do these things, it would definitely not be possible. But isn’t he in the General Logistics Department now? Doesn’t he have his father-in-law Zhou Xiaozheng?

Zhang Guoqing had made up his mind that this time he would not only make the father-in-law and son-in-law famous, but more importantly, he would gather his greatest abilities to save as many people as possible.

In the next few days, Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao began to deploy the plan, while not forgetting to frequently contact Cheng Siyu in Cheng City and old classmates in several regiments and units near the scene of the incident.

Only these acquaintances who are close to the local area can call me first to keep in touch with me and provide the earliest abnormal news.

He didn't want nature to fail to give him a hint. Only in this way could he join the disaster relief efforts as quickly as possible. Of course, Zhang Guoqing didn't dare to tell everyone directly.

As a result, when Mrs. Cheng, who had returned to the capital, received a call from her youngest son, asking if Xiaowu had encountered any trouble, she was still a little worried.

Zhang Guoqing was at a loss for words at the old lady's concern. He hadn't dared to call them often, fearing they might get suspicious. This showed who had no sensitivity, and it made him even more grateful that he hadn't foolishly recklessly considered himself a savior.

"Are you really okay? Did the eldest son of the Lin family come looking for your father?"

Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao exchanged a glance. How could this involve Lin Aiguo? With his transfer, his father-in-law's promotion, and the feud between the two families, the two old comrades hadn't been in touch for a long time.

Mrs. Cheng mistakenly thought she had guessed right and frowned, "It seems that it's true that Old Man Lin doesn't have much time left."

Zhou Jiao didn't have time to think about it and asked, "Xiao Wu visited him a few months ago, and he was still fine. My mother went to see him last month and he said he was in good spirits."

"I heard from your great-uncle that he doesn't have much time left." The old lady sighed. "The doctor seemed to say that his heart can't bear it. As people get older, all their functions decline. He's doing well."

Zhang Guoqing looked at the old lady with concern. Old people can't bear to see their companions go, and they can't help but feel sad. The old lady was almost overwhelmed by the death of an old comrade before.

After the old lady finished speaking, she saw the worried look in the couple's eyes, smiled helplessly, and comforted them: "Don't worry, I've come to terms with it. I'm lucky to be able to accompany you for one more day."

Birth, aging, illness, and death are natural laws that no one can avoid. They had already said enough words of comfort, and seeing that the old lady was open-minded, they could only let nature take its course.

"Didn't your mother tell you?"

"You asked my mother, who had just returned from a business trip two days ago."

When Zhou Jiao reminded her, the old lady smiled bitterly: "If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten. So she hasn't gone to see Lao Lin yet. No wonder you didn't get wind of it."

"I heard that the attending physician has already instructed the second son of the Lin family to make the best possible arrangements. I think the people outside should be back in a few days."

After she said this, Miao Lishan announced the truth of the matter when she came home from get off work that evening.

——Mr. Lin, who is in his twilight years, has really reached the end of his life.

Every other week, people really leave.

Not to mention Miao Lishan's sadness, Zhou Xiaozheng brought his family to the memorial service last week.

If nothing else, simply for the contributions he has made to the country.

This old man may have many shortcomings, but he is an undeniable hero to this country and this nation.

Except for Lin Liying, who had been transferred to a distant place with her husband, all the other children of the Lin family gathered in the funeral hall. Unlike Mrs. Lin, he received the respect he deserved.

Zhou Jiao looked at the gray-haired Lin Aiguo and his wife, then at yesterday's hero Lin Dingsheng, and the Lin Xueying sisters who were living up to their prime years...

Thinking of the past scenes, I can only sigh inwardly that time is really a butcher's knife.

July of this summer was not a pleasant day. After Grandpa Lin passed away, an urgent telegram came from my third uncle, the production team leader of my grandfather's hometown in Hai City Jiang.

"Since you can't take leave, I'll take the children over there. Our family has to handle the old man's funeral."

Not only Zhou Xiaozheng couldn't leave, but Zhang Guoqing couldn't leave either. And since Hai City was a must-go, Zhou Jiao was the only one who could go.

Zhang Guoqing worried for a while, but finally looked at his frowning daughter-in-law helplessly and said comfortingly, "The old man passed away in his sleep without any illness or disaster. This is a good thing. Don't be too sad when you go there. He is reunited with his family."

"Okay, I'll go take care of it and come back. You keep an eye on this place."

"Children, follow you."

Zhou Jiao shook her head. "Forget it. It's more convenient for me to go back and forth alone."

It's convenient for you, but I'm worried. Zhang Guoqing insisted that the three children not go together, and let Ping An protect her. He had been to Grandma Jiang's funeral before, and kneeling in the mourning hall was very tiring. How could he feel at ease without his eldest son?

Zhou Xiaozheng, who had the same idea as him, made the decision again, so Zhou Jiao took Ping'an with her, and the mother and daughter set off and boarded the train to Hai City.